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JULIUS CAESAR.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-Rome. A street.

Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a rabble of Citizens.

[home;

Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you Is this a holiday? What! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk, Upon a labouring day, without the sign

Of your profession?-Speak, what trade art thou? 1 Cit. Why, sir, a carpenter.

Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule? What dost thou with thy best apparel on?You, sir; what trade are you?

2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobler.

Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me directly. 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handy-work.

Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? 2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get [J. CES. 1]

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myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make
holiday to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph.
Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
[home?
To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft
Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements,
To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The live-long day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome:
And when you saw his chariot but appear,
Have you not made an universal shout,
That Tyber trembled underneath her banks,
To hear the replication of your sounds,
Made in her concave shores?

And do you now put on your best attire ?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way,
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
Be gone;

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.

Flav. Go, go, good countrymen, and, for this fault, Assemble all the poor men of your sort;

Draw them to Tyber banks, and weep your tears
Into the channel, till the lowest stream
Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.

[Exeunt Citizens. See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go towards the Capitol; down that you This way will I: Disrobe the images, If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.'

way

Honorary ornaments.

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Mar. May we do so?

You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.

Flav. It is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets:
So do you too, where you perceive them thick.
These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing,
Will make him fly an ordinary pitch;

Who else would soar above the view of men,
And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The same. A publick place.

Enter, in procession, with musick, CESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS,' CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, a great crowd following; among them a Soothsayer.

Cæs. Calphurnia,—

Casca.

Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks

Cæs.

Cal. Here, my

lord.

[Musick ceases. Calphurnia,

Cæs. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course.-Antonius! Ant. Cæsar, my lord.

Cæs. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, To touch Calphurnia; for our elders say, The barren, touched in this holy chace, Shake off their sterile curse.

I shall remember:

Ant.
When Cæsar says, Do this, it is perform'd.

Cæs. Set on; and leave no ceremony out. [Musick.
Sooth. Cæsar.

Cæs. Ha! Who calls?

Casca. Bid every noise be still:-Peace yet again.

[Musick ceases.

This person was not Decius, but Decimus Brutus. [J. CES. 3]

Cæs. Who is it in the press, that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick,
Cry, Caesar : Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.

Cas.

What man is that?

Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of
March.

Cas. Set him before me, let me see his face.

Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon

Cæsar.

Cæs. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
[again.
Cas. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-pass.
[Sennet. Exeunt all but BRUTUS and

CASSIUS.

Cas. Will you go see the order of the course?
Bru. Not I.

Cas. I pray you, do.

Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires ;

I'll leave you.

Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late :
I have not from your eyes that gentleness,
And show of love, as I was wont to have:
You bear too stubborn and to strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.

Bru.

Cassius,

Be not deceiv'd: If I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance

Merely upon myself. Vexed I am,

Of late, with passions of some difference,"
Conceptions only proper to myself,

Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours :
But let not therefore my good friends be griev'd;
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one ;)

' Martial music.

• Discordant passions.

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Nor construe any further my neglect,
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.

[sion,

Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your pas-
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
Bru. No, Cassius: for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things.
Cas. 'Tis just:

And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors, as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,

That you might see your shadow. I have heard,
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
(Except immortal Cæsar,) speaking of Brutus,
And groaning underneath this age's yoke,
Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cas-
That you would have me seek into myself

For that which is not in me?

[sius,

Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar❜d to hear : And, since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass,

Will modestly discover to yourself

That of yourself which you yet know not of.

And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus:
Were I a common laughter, or did use
To stale' with ordinary oaths my

love

To every new protestor; if you know
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them; or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

[Flourish, and shout.

Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the Choose Cæsar for their king.

[people

To set up, to offer.

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